050 ☣ All hands on deck

[fridgetothefire]

[Public]

[Anya is broadcasting from the maintenance office. Not the desk, but the workshop-like part, where she has been putting together medium-to-large boxes of construction materials.]

Okay. Everyone's had some time to lick their wounds, sleep off the worst part of their tolls or heal from their wounds, and generally flop around after that crazy mess. But here's the deal: those weird rotten spots on the walls left over from the mirror barge? That's where the Joker got first his hooks into the barge structure as a whole.

I've been working on cleaning them up, but it's been slow going. So this is an open call for volunteers. Inmates, wardens, anybody that has an interest in that bullshit or worse not happening again, I want to get all of them totally cleared before the next weird whatever hits.

[She gestures to Stephen, the Zane look-a-like puttering behind her, checking the kits.]

This is Stephen Hart, for those of you who haven't met him yet. He's going to be one of the regular maintenance wardens. If you don't know how to fix a wall, he or I or Mal will be available to teach you. If you do, so much the better.

Jean, Kara, if you guys aren't busy, I'd love you to pitch in. The places where I completely removed the rotted areas and rebuilt from scratch are still whole, but anywhere else the decay has come back again. I'd love you guys on demolition - I can give you a list of trouble spots, think you can disintegrate all the damaged material?

We might have a few holes left unpatched for the next couple of days, but I'd rather that than the alternative. Everyone who's willing to help, let me know so I can put the work groups together.


[Private to Mason]

...look, I'm not going to twist your arm or anything. No pressure. But sometimes helping to fix things helps.


[Private to Tig and Andrew, both of whom have probably patched at least one weak spot in handwavetime before]

You guys too. No excuses, you're practically experts.


[Private to Dean, backdated to a day before the announcement.]

Get on deck, loser, we're going shooting.


[Private to the Admiral]

I'd like a key to the lab and my own space there, please.


[OOC: Feel free to spam work teams if you want! Please assume at least one warden is watching every team and inmates cannot make off with tools or building materials with impunity, but feel free to choose your own teams ICly or OOCly for CR purposes other than that. Also feel free to thread with Stephen, who will also be around/replying.]

Comments

[Private]

[maced_eggs]

Helping to fix what things, Anya?

[Private]

[fridgetothefire]

The damage to the ship, komarik.

[Private]

[termofendearment]

Yeah yeah, figured that was a given. We got an idea where the worst shit is, or is it just "find a hole, fix a hole"?

[Private]

[fridgetothefire]

I've got color-coded lists.

[Because of course she does. They remain unspecified for handwavium plotflexibilium reasons.]

Video

[voluntaryapnea]

[Stiles isn't healed yet, but he's tired of sitting around in his room and the CES. He needs to do something.]

I have no idea how to repair a wall, but if someone shows me what to do I'll help out.

Video

[fridgetothefire]

Glad to hear it. I'm going to put you with Tig Trager, he's a maintenance regular inmate, he knows the drill. There's a nasty spot in 7-03 - it's an empty cabin, one of the reasons I missed it before.

[Private]

And don't let him, like, pocket any actual drills. I don't anticipate trouble, he seems like the rough and decent sort, but you can always call me or Mal if I'm wrong.

[routemistress]

[Iris appears onscreen, grinning, and executes a sloppy mock-salute.]

Me and Ceres volunteering, sir!

Erm, I've never actually done walling before but I can strip down and rebuild a British Leyland diesel engine with a dimensional stabiliser in it, and I learn fast. Show me once and I'm good.

[fridgetothefire]

[The mock salute gets her like a punch in the chest - she used to give those to Dean all the time. But she's pleased, too, and she rallies.]

No doubt.

I've got instructions written up with every kit for the little finicky things like checking for studs and pipes first and letting the spackle dry long enough, but I'll come along and start you two off with a demo.

[She texts Iris a location.]

Dress in things you don't mind getting plaster dust and all on, and come get your supplies when you're ready to start.

[video]

[notsoneedy]

Since I'm already waiting on you guys to do something for me, I figure the least I can do is help out anyway.

I don't know how to fix or rebuild a wall, but I'm not completely hopeless with tools and hardware store crap. So I'm thinking I should be relatively easy to teach? Fingers crossed, knock on unrotten wood.

[rhapsody_in]

Oh, so only certain people are allowed to do demolition?

[dinosize]

Can you demolish?

[punched_hitler]

I don't know if I can be of much help - but if I can, just point me in the right direction.

[fridgetothefire]

If you can follow instructions and stir plaster, you can help.

[Private]

How do you feel about Mason?

[fireincarnate]

[Her brow furrows, as she listens. Considers.] I've never tried that on the Barge itself before. But it's worth a shot.

[fridgetothefire]

If the Joker's machines can get in there, the Phoenix force ought to. And I'm hoping between the two of you, you'll be able to scan inside the walls and make sure we didn't miss any spots.

[private]

[hellofist]

Doing okay?

[private]

[fridgetothefire]

Tired. Frustrated.

But - yeah. Working on it.

[She blames herself for not fixing it before, for not even finding it, for trusting Iris who trusted Jack, for not doing her own analysis. For handing Mason to the Joker in the first place. Her home was at risk and people were hurt and she knew something was coming and she just - waited. She knows none of that is productive; she gave herself a few days to wallow. Now she's damn well going to carry on.]

[ Private ]

[surfaceshine]

Is there something that needs shooting on the deck?

[ Private ]

[fridgetothefire]

There's a firing range on the wardens-only levels. I buzz you in and supply any ammo used there, you correct my form.

Deal?

[strangehistorian]

I can help if you need me!

[fridgetothefire]

Iris and Ceres are taking care of the big spot in the library. I helped them set up plastic sheeting so nothing would get damaged, but can you help them out and make sure? It's your space, you know it better than I do.

[warisart]

I am available to assist however I can, Anya, when I am not with Abigail or in the kitchens.

[Carte blanche, barring those two circumstances; she knows what he can do, what he's capable of.]

[private]

[fridgetothefire]

You're a prince among men.

[Which is to say, exceptional, noble, and from a sad fairytale; all the colloquial compliment of the phrase and something personal and dear, too.]

How are things with Abigail?

[She has faith in him, in them and their bond, but that doesn't mean it's not a difficult moment.]

Private

[videocamera]

If it's going to stop an evil comic book clown taking the place over again, I'm not gonna make excuses. [Look, sometimes he makes jokes!]

Private

[fridgetothefire]

Well, we live in hope.

You come through all that alright?